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These two 😅😅😅😅
Jackson joins me a few moments later, hurriedly tugging off his shirt.
“Alright, I need to fuck you now or I’m going to die.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Romantic.”
“Please, my love, let me ravish you now before I die from not having you.”

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“What does this mean to both of us?” I ask, voice more confident than I expected.
A bittersweet smile inches across Jackson’s lips while he brushes the hair from my face. His fingers skim down the length of my hair, eyes lingering on where the strands get caught between his fingers.
“Harper, this means everything. Don’t you know?”

Yes, great. Honey?”
“Yes, sweetcheeks?”
(…) “Okay, fine, you’re being ridiculous(…) Also, sweetcheeks is not going to be my pet name.”
(…)
“Bubba.”
Jackson growls again. “Definitely not.”
“Daddy?”
(…)
“I was just⁠—”
“I like Daddy,” Jackson says quietly, even a little timidly.
Well, that’s a new one. “Oh.”
“That’s a discussion for another time.”

I love their first “date” a rage room 🥹🥹🥹🥹
“Are you going to join me or what, big guy?”
I’m going to marry him. He’s mine. But of course, I don’t say that. That would be ridiculous. Instead, I join him in breaking as many items as violently as we can. Mirrors shatter, plates break, anything we can reach gets destroyed. I’ve never had so much fun losing my shit with anyone.